Yup, that just happened.

I'm over buses, I keep trying to tell myself it's a great way to get down with the people and see a lot. A great test of character and perfect downtime to sit on a bus or buses for hours on end. I want plane tickets from now on. It's not the ride that I dispise, it's getting to these Indonesian bus terminals that are basically large parking lots FULL of buses with tons of people scrambling about. I have no clue how to even find the ticket office and my bahasa is crap. As I meekly manage to say where I'm going I'm pulled here, pushed there, my money's where? My bag is where? It's so stressful and believe me I've become cool on this trip. I mean the relaxed sense, I was always cool. Needless to say I thought these were all experiences I wanted but I'm going to stick to planes, much like when you need your medication, skip the middle man and go straight to pharmacist. I've had more 48 hour trips than you can flip off.

 I'm being escorted to my second bus on my Bali bound mission and it's all going smoothly, actually bus to bus! However, I have to sit in the retard chair. I'm not lying. The one that pops out from the wall on the stair entering the bus, beside the driver. What's that even for? Oh yeah, the retards. I look at the guy pointing at the seat, "are you f*cking serious?" he laughs hysterically, oh so you do speak English, maybe you should sit there... So I get on the bus and everyone is staring at me, there are a ton of open seats. I point to one and the driver just points again to the sped chair. Luckily I packed my dunce cap so I made sure to put that on before everyone laughed at me, again. Great, I have a fifteeen or so hour bus ride and I'm plastered to the windshield like a bug. I never ever want to drive here again the shit I saw in that seat had me in tears, at first I thought it was some sick joke like scare the boolay or something. But in time the bus was full of people who already had their tickets. However, only a couple hours in I got a seat at the back of the bus, another retard seat, back of the bus boolay. 

So this is where it gets interesting, let's speed through this one. I slump down beside a, oh I'm going to say 16 year old, who is blaring death metal, oh great, can't wait to sleep. So I just attempt to ignore it. Then I feel his hand on my leg but he is also stretching out so I figure he's is just finding a groove, Indo buses are tiny. But then his hand is moving, and squeezing, next thing I know this, this, Child! is trying to get fresh! So I grab his hands and shake my head violently at him and you will never believe it! He tries to get me to give him a friggin handy! OMG! I'm actually in hysterics by this point, if you aren't aware I only do that for community service when I need to work off a ticket. So I can't believe this kid, I'm trying to communicate "eff off" as best I can but he just keeps making eyes at me. Eventually I got him to settle for listening to my iPod with me, what do you know? Little baby fell asleep.
 So my dad is either thinking "I can't believe she just wrote that" or "yup, that's my daughter, such a lady" . I think we should just relax the matter by smoking a joint. Aw, dad! I love that look of disapproval and distaste you get when I mention that. Hahaha, smiling!

Fun Fact: I now fully understand why that guy on the Grey Hound went bat shit crazy.